[h2][center][u]Isaac Ryder[/u][/center][/h2]

Isaac glanced over at Turzo when he heard him mention showing their lessers what true power was, but said nothing as he stepped into the shuttle. Not only did he not trust his voice to not betray his nerves, but he considered everyone fighting, friend and foe alike, his equal. Not only was not over-confident in his own power, though he knew he could hold his own, he felt that if he thought of himself above anyone, it would only bite him in the end.

A few minutes, the inertia of the launching shuttle made him sway in his seat and he took a deep breath to settle himself, despite the occasional tremor that rolled through the shuttle. Whether it was from turbulence or enemy fire, Isaac preferred not to think too hard about it. The battle was one thing. Once he was on the ground, he'd actually be able to do something to keep himself alive, but in the air, stuck in the confined space of the shuttle, where a lucky shot could spell death for everyone on board...Suffice it to say, Isaac was [i]not[/i] the biggest fan of flying.

A few moments later, he felt the shuttle slow down as the front of the ship rose, he knew they were preparing to land. He stood up and joined Turzo at the shuttle doors as the craft touched down. He could feel the heat radiating from the former Vaimese mage and couldn't help but feel sorry for any enemy that crossed his path. As the doors opened, he took another deep breath and said to the other mages with him, the encouraging smile on his face masking his nervousness, "Good luck, everyone. See you all on the other side."

Before the door fully touched earth, Isaac bolted out from the relative safety of the shuttle. Rather than hang back and support the knights from behind, Isaac made a charge straight toward the combat, having quickly found the spot that needed his help the most. The hem of his coat shortened, the carbon material transforming into a black mist as his iron vest flowed out from his sleeves in silver, fluid-like tendrils. With practiced ease, Isaac combined the molecular structures of the two materials and soon had eight double-edged swords with exposed tangs hovering in the space near him. The moment he entered the fray, the weapons began to whirl around him, a personal hurricane of flashing steel and the bright crimson of his enemies. Despite the seemingly chaotic patterns of the weapons that flew around him, not a single one came close to harming his allies, despite the close quarters, thanks not only to the mastery of his magic, but also his finely honed sense of spatial awareness.

It was that spatial awareness that alerted Isaac to the approaching threat. He quickly turned around and shielded himself with his arm as an axe blade came down on him. The assailant looked at Isaac in shock, having not expected his attack to be stopped dead in its tracks, not knowing about the carbon nanotube material Isaac's coat was made of, nor did he know about the kinetic armor underneath. Capitalizing on the Vaimese soldier's surprise, Isaac called one of his swords to his hand and swung it upward, slicing through the haft of the soldier's weapon as two more blades flew into his chest with enough force to pierce through his armor. As the man fell to the ground and Isaac withdrew the weapons, he looked down at the soldier's lifeless body for a moment before he turned away. He threw himself back into the battle, a fresh desire to end it as soon as possible driving him forward.